Zhu Qianying cursed under her breath, gave him a scornful glance, and angrily walked away.
Eldest Young Master Yan was nursing his wound from not only a failed marriage proposal but also the strong disdain and warning from Zhu Qianying. He suddenly heard the little boy's giggling laughter.
"Heh heh, serves you right!"
When he looked down, he found the little boy looking gleefully amused, his eyes curved into a smile.
"You brat, stop laughing!"
Young Master Yan felt aggrieved. Instead of being comforted, he was cruelly mocked by a four-year-old boy. Annoyed and angered, he reached out to pinch the boy's face, which was full of irritating smiles, glared at him, and sternly warned him again, "No laughing!"
However, the little boy was never scared of him from the beginning.
Moreover, after living together for a long time, the boy had completely figured out his weak points, boldly laughing at him without a care.
